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Socially // Spencer Reid

A/N — I could actually cry at this request it makes me so happy, as someone without a diagnosis I found it easier to write the girl that way too, sorry for anyone who isn’t a fan of that idea. I based this off what I would want to happen, so let me know what you think!

- Blue x

Requested: Yep! Thank you @serendiptious-esparza

Warnings: Social Anxiety, fear.


— Y/N’s POV —

Being scared of the world was terrifying, everything around me made me feel uncomfortable. What made it worse was that, for me, there was barely any way to make it better.

I matched every single symptom written down, created, imaginable - but I hadn’t been diagnosed, and that therefore meant that most people didn’t believe me.

‘You don’t have a diagnosis, it’s not real’ ‘you’re just shy’

It was things like that that really hit deep, hit a nerve and made it worse.

The thought of ordering food from someone, their eyes staring so hard at me, the thought of talking to someone I hadn’t met before, knowing it could go anyway - things like that stopped me from living my life.

But with Spencer, things were different.

Him being a profiler, he could tell straight away why I was shaking like a leaf after someone brushed against me on the train. He could tell immediately why I had a panic attack after ordering food on our first date.

He helped me with it all, he made me feel loved, cared for, happy again.

He calmed me down, helped me breathe. Spencer knew exactly what it was like to be scared of people including yourself, so he was like a prince when it came to saving me from the world around me.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? I want you to be comfortable.” He says, walking up to me in our shared kitchen, butterflies resting in my stomach now going crazy.

We had a reservation booked for our three year anniversary, and I had promised Spencer and myself that - this time - I would order my food myself. I didn’t want to lean on him, he had his life to live and I didn’t want to give him my problems too. I wanted to tackle my demons, make them dissipate again.

“Yes, Spence. I need to do this, I mean I might have a panic attack but it’s worth it. Don’t they always say that you need to live your life and try and tackle the anxiety?” I say, arms wrapping around his waist in an attempt to hide the image of my shaking hands.

I could feel my whole body shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t sit still, eithe my leg was bouncing or my finger was tapping. My heart felt like it was going and twelve times the speed, about to shoot out of my chest like a bullet. I was sweating like mad, feeling my cheeks take a lipstick red shade and little beads of sweat begin to build on my head.

That was just thinking about ordering.

“Well, statistically, 6.8% of the U.S. population suffers from social anxiety disorder, so there’s a few people like you out there. Meaning, you might not be alone in the restaurant, and you won’t be alone anyway because you have me. If you need to, I’ll order for you.” He smiles, his facts making me giggle.

He always had a way of using his smartness to make me smile, to make me laugh the fear away.

If I didn’t want to leave the house in the morning, then he would throw a fact about how good being outside is for me - he knew how to make sure I was ok and didn’t let it get to my head.

“That’s good to know, but I’ll be ok.” I reply, as we head out the door to face my fears.

— — — —

“Hello, my name is Martin and I will be serving you today. Could I get you any drinks to start off with?” The waiter asks politely, seeming like a really nice guy.

Even bought I knew Martin and Spencer wouldn’t laugh at me, or make me feel uncomfortable, my hands wouldn’t sit still.

My body was losing control of itself. I was sweating, shaking and breathing so heavily I felt light headed.

“I-um- can i have a-uh-a glass of wine please? Just th-uh-that one there.” I say, the words almost a whisper through the barrier of fear.

My finger points to the name as he scribbled down the words.

The drinks are ordered and arrive, and it’s me and Spencer - and I’m breathing. I’m surviving and facing my fears - I feel like superwoman.

“Hey, I’m so proud of you. You did so well.” He beams, a smile painted across his face so bright it could light up a room of shadows.

I had never met someone who had believed me before him - it was all an excuse to other people. They thought I was quiet, or shy, to them it wasn’t real. Then, when I finally trusted Spencer enough to tell him, he was just proud of me for telling him. And now, everytime I do something socially - I’ve never seen someone be so proud. And it makes my heart melt knowing that the person I wake up to everyday, is someone who believes the words that leave my mouth.

“Thanks, Spence. Do you think he thought I looked stupid? I stuttered over my words real bad.” I ask, looking into my drink and remembering the almost non-coherent words I spoke.

“No, he probably thought you looked beautiful. Listen, for someone like you that was a really hard thing to do, really hard. I’m so happy you did that, you’ve never done it before!” He grins, not being able to talk about anything else.

“Yeah I guess so. Jesus it was scary but I’m so happy I did it.” I say, smiling back with a grin just as big.

“How do you feel about trying to order the food? It’s ok if not, you’ve done amazing already.” He says, looking down at the menu, knowing the kind waiter would be back soon to take the order.

“I think I’m done for tonight, but there’s always next time. I mean I’m taking little steps. Maybe I’ll go to the doctor soon.” I reply, thinking about how much better it would be if it was confirmed.

And with Spencer by my side, I wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore.

“Well, let’s enjoy our anniversary then!” He laughs, small giggles being let out of his body.

Without Spencer - I wouldn’t be able to do that. I wouldn’t tackle my fears, I wouldn’t move on from the anxiety-riddled feelings.

But I do, I face my fears and I smash them down like a brick wall that’s in the way.

And I’ll continue to do so.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I’m the anon who sent the boxer ask! Just wanted to let you know that I did in fact see them and I’m really looking forward to seeing what you plan to do with them!

*prayer hands emoji* thank the heavens the connection has not been lost.

Sorry I haven’t done much with them yet. I was about to make a bunch of character profile cards with descriptions and stats but, other things have come up so I’ve been busy. But hopefully someday soon!

Here’s a drawing from my sketchbook I did yesterday to compensate:

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I know that I usually shitpost on my stories but but there’s two things here I’m serious about:

Tao and the I Could Have Been Campaign (go to his instagram profile and check it out @hztttao)

And

The Broken Dart. Y'all should really really read it, the fic is amazing, the story is amazing, it’s very well written and executed and I just recommend it to everyone. I can’t provide with links rn but as you can see you can find it on ao3 or @onlystraightforjongup’s tumblr (who is the author, obviously)

And yeah follow me on ig @cast_iron_bitch

Shout out to all your internet friends who are gone.

Those messenger screen names that haven’t logged on in ages, some before detailed profiles were a thing on those services.

Those emails that are long since abandoned, some with domains that no longer exist.

Those online friends you knew years ago and who then helped shaped you in some way, who you just can’t FIND anymore.

Those people who once were, and hopefully still exist IRL, that seem to have no known internet life anymore.

And those who have actually passed on, and their online lives are now a memorial to them.

I miss you all. I hope life is/was kind to you, and maybe one day, we’ll somehow connect again.

BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I’m not just saying that because he’s voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey’s Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He’s almost an anti-hero even though he’s more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let’s break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an ‘underground’ hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd.
As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He’s super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he’s just… huge and muscular.
Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn’t showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun.
This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He’s an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It’s not really that difficult to see why they don’t get along very well.

 (spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok)
(I have many feels)(and many opinions)

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How to learn languages by being lazy

So, today I’m gonna talk about how I learned 7 languages (English, Spanish, French, German, ASL, Libras, LSM) by being lazy as f**ck.

The first thing you need to understand is that you need to put your target language on your routine just as your native language. Then, here we go.

• Listen
Just as your native language, it’s very important to listen every single day on the language you’re learning. You can totally do it by listening to a song or a podcast itself.

• Talk
Make native or fluent friends in your TL (you can use apps/sites as Lingbe, Tandem, Interpals) and speak to them, sending audios and texts. A great way to practice almost everyday in a really cool way.

• Play
Playing games it’s also a awesome way: you’ll become kinda addicted to it, then yay, you’re practicing it everyday in a entertaining mode. This can give you hella vocabulary too.

• Read
Reading books (short stories on Wattpad can be great), quotes, newspaper and magazines is a good option as well.

• Watch

I’m pretty sure you love to watch TV shows, TV programs, videos on YouTube, so why not watch all of it in your target language?

You can totally watch your favorite program/tv show dubbed, cool videos and etc.

Tip: if you have Netflix, change the idiom of your profile and pum, it’ll appears lots and lots of movies and tv shows in that language. If you don’t, you can just search on YouTube the movie title that it’ll show.

• Write

Writing a diary (what happened in your day, how you’re feeling…) or stories or poems in your TL can help a lot too. Don’t worry about grammar or vocabulary mistakes, just write, you should do the corrections later.

These are general topics, there may be things that aren’t in your native language routine, so you can also modify this.

I hope this helps you guys, any doubts you can totally ask me! Greetings from Brazil! :)

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If anyone needed a reminder why queer men of size so often have distain towards apps like Grindr, see above. And it doesn’t stop at size. This goes for queer men of color as well as femme men. THIS is why Grindr profiles that discount everyone who’s fat or femme or non-white are problematic and offensive. It’s people like this bro that make the queer community unwelcoming and even unsafe to people who don’t fit a mold as to what is “attractive.” Sometimes it feels like, at best, we’re a fetish; at worst, just an objectified hole to get them off so they can go to sleep.

Luckily, I’m a fat man who can take it in stride and I really do love my body so these things have a way of bouncing off. But it took me a long time to get there and no many people aren’t. For someone else these messages could have been dangerous to receive. (I was really proud of the “dick in the sea” comment, tho.)

Lastly, a lot of people try to place the blame on Grindr or hookup culture itself. That is the last thing I want to do. A healthy sex+ environment is something hookup culture can foster. Furthermore, sex is, or should be, fun for those of us who wish to have it. So. (Also, I live in South Georgia. Where else am I gonna meet other gays on a regular basis? Church? Nah. Grindr is honestly so important for that.) This is to call out the “masc4masc” “no fats, no fems, no blacks” that fester in the environment of Grindr.

Anyway. I’m done. Just remember folks. You’re beautiful. You’re valuable. Your body or skin or demeanor (or all of them!) is beautiful! Don’t let some bitter bro on Grindr make you think otherwise.

Cracked this Tinder thing

Okay so I think I have actually cracked Tinder for sugar babies. My profile reads “I enjoy the company of classy older men who love to spoil me. I’m intelligent, curvy, vibrant and would love to get to know you over cocktails next to the waterfront.”

Then I match with guys with signs they’re wealthy in their profiles, then they message and always mention something about spoiling me. So I say okay let’s go out for lunch, take a walk then do a bit of shopping. And they’re so down. Then on the shopping trip you can test their generosity and get a sense for whether they’re worth seeing again.

Salts will just unmatch and disappear because they know they will have to buy you things from the start. It also sets it up so that it is clear to them I do not come for free and my tastes are expensive.

Okay so I know Jack changed his profile picture, name and bio:

Ooh spooky

But he just replied to a tweet saying that he didn’t have time for Anti.

If this is true, please be understanding guys. I’ll get a little sad too, but if he didn’t have time? What? We are going to push him to do things?

So Jack, it’s completely fine if you didn’t have time for him. The longer we wait the happier we’ll get when he appears again :)

While Styles’ casting came as something of a surprise, Thomas confirms that he won the role by auditioning alongside hundreds of others. Styles’ existing profile wasn’t going to put Nolan off. ‘I looked at a lot of people for the part, and I’d not found the right person for it,’ says the director. 'So when you see the right person, it would be hard to take other considerations into account too much, you know, when you see the person who you know can do the part, and do it right, and nail it. You just have to jump on. You can’t worry too much about other things.’

Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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Everybody Needs A Nervy B Now And Then

or 

Bitch In A Uniform 

On the verge of turning 18, grown-up-to-be James sets his sights on the new girl at school, “gorgeous sex-god” Lily, bass player for the Stiff Dylans. Unfortunately Lily appears to already be dating James’ evil archrival: the greasy and bitter Snape. With his ridiculously named cat Sir Jeremy and his band of brothers, the Ace Gang, by his side, James sets his mad schemes in motion to nab a snogtastic girlfriend and have the best birthday party ever. 


it’s here !!!! its here despite my computer shitting itself and drawing a total blank on a title and not being able to leave it alone its HERE we MADE IT

my eternal love to @alrightevans and also @alrightpotter @prongsyouignoramus and @gxldentrio 

AO3


James Potter to Ace Gang: cnt believe u wankers fucking abandoned me

Remus Lupin: james we were RIGHT THERE

James Potter: NOT DRESSED AS HORS D’OEVRES

Sirius Black: it’s spelled hors d’oeuvres

James Potter: i think you’ll find its spelled ‘betrayal’

James Potter: why did you all bail???????????????

Peter Pettigrew: Mum wouldn’t let me go as a cocktail sausage, seeing as she’s veggo and all

Sirius Black: jam you KNO yellow washes me out idk what you were thinking trying to make me be a cheese and pineapple stick

Remus Lupin: i’ll square idk how the fuck i was supposed to be a vol-au-vent

James Potter changed the group name to Betrayal Gang.

Sirius Black changed James Potter’s nickname to olive boi.

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Sirius Black to James Potter: u should have been at mine 2 minutes ago

Sirius Black: wher r u

James Potter: coming

James Potter: was talking to mum and dad abt my party

Sirius Black: howd it go

James Potter: :///////:

Sirius Black: double ended :/

James Potter: yeah.

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Sirius Black to Ace Gang: just saw snape on the way to bio. god hes so wet up close

James Potter: wearer of the wettest haircut known to humanity thy name is snape

Peter Pettigrew: Omg i kno i saw it this morning like imagine turning up for the first day like that

James Potter: youd think hed have least timed his yearly bath to coincide with the start of school

Remus Lupin: you guys shouldn’t be so mean about him

Remus Lupin: im just kidding can you imagine

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Rhys looks haunted.

“Who’s going to tell them?”

He gets nothing but avoided eye contact and silent sips of coffee in return.

“I am completely serious. Someone has to say something and it really shouldn’t be me.”

He had thought that all nine of them of them taking a weekend together in the cabin would be fun–and it had been, until he’d been kept up very late by the half-muffled sounds coming from Elain and Lucien’s room. Not of sex, per say; the cabin provides what soundproofing it can, and it should be enough for all the couples to enjoy themselves without bothering each other, but Elain and Lucien had been doing something… loud. Repeatedly.

Cassian is grinning like a maniac, amused beyond all reason. “Okay, I know Rhys is uncomfortable because he’s never done anything that actually qualifies as kinky, but does anyone else think this is hilarious?”

“I object to that profiling of my sex life, Cassian.”

“You’ve never done anything weirder with Feyre than a blindfold,” Cassian says, eyebrows raised, “I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just saying.”

“A blindfold is very kinky,” Rhys asserts, affronted. Mor snorts and he ignores it, focused on Cassian. “What have you two done that’s so much more exciting?”

Nesta, sitting straight as a queen, speaks before Cassian can. “If you answer that question in front of all our friends, Cas, you will never get to do any of those things ever again.”

“We’re off topic,” Feyre announces, setting down her mug of tea decisively. “The question at hand here is who is going to tell Elain and Lucien that spanking is off-limits during their time here.” Silence. She shrugs. “I think it should be Nesta.”

“I’ll do it if you want, but it won’t go well,” Nesta replies flatly. “I have a hard time not slapping the smirk off Lucien’s face on a good day.”

Cassian brandishes a spoonful of oatmeal. “Well, apparently he’s into that, so–”

“Why not Cassian?” Rhys says pointedly, “Since, as he tells us, he’s so knowledgeable about the whole area.”

“That would mortify Elain,” Feyre says, keeping them firmly on track. “It should probably be one of the girls.” Amren, in the corner, lowers her mug of blood to look less than enthused. “It should be Mor or I,” Feyre amends.

Mor gives an casual little shrug. “The noise didn’t bother me, to be honest.”

Rhys frowns in disbelief. “Surely you heard it.”

“We did.”

She does not elaborate, and Rhys suddenly finds it suspicious how quiet Azriel’s been, and how he’s not making eye contact. Cassian seems to have the same thought as he glances between the two of them.

“Mother’s tits,” Cassian says, gaping. “You guys got off on it, didn’t you?”

They don’t respond, but Mor reddens incriminatingly. Cassian’s eyes go wide and he throws his head back in a howl of laugher, over Nesta’s protestations.

Amren is surveying all of them with disdain. “I have been present for some truly insipid conversations between the lot of you but I must say, this one is exceptionally awful.”

“Now THAT’S what I mean by kinky, Rhys” Cassian proclaims, wiping tears from his eyes. “Fucking to the sounds of another couple’s pain play. Cauldron. I’m so proud.”

Rhys looks long-suffering as he turns to Feyre, takes her hand, and kisses it sweetly. “I’m so sorry, darling,” he intones dramatically. “I’ve exposed you to a nest of perverts.”

“Who’s a pervert?” Elain asks with a giggle, choosing this moment to sweep into the kitchen, bright-eyed and with a sated-looking Lucien in her wake. “Are we talking about Cassian again?”

But the whole room has gone silent. Elain falters, looking from one awkward face to the next. “What’s wrong?”

When no one answers, it’s Amren who gets up and says baldly to the two of them, “Everyone from here to Velaris could hear whatever it was you were doing last night. It made these fools uncomfortable, largely. Do with that information what you will.” In the shocked silence following, she puts her empty mug in the sink, unhurried, and heads for the door. “I’m going for a walk far away from this nonsense. If anyone needs me, you are encouraged to reconsider.”

The door slams shut behind her.

“Oh,” Elain says faintly.

Sugaring is honestly 40% luck and 60% persistence. 💭

Don’t ever forget this, ladies! I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, especially to the black and brown aspiring sugar babies. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve gotten down on myself about not receiving the same kind of attention as I know white sugar babies do, or reading through a profile that sounds ideal and then at the end seeing the part that says “Caucasian, Latina, and Asian only - just a PREFERENCE”. 🙄 Don’t give up.

The other thing that I think needs to be said is that I am not conventionally pretty. I did the Big Chop about four months ago and still think that my nose is a little too big for my face (I was told that all the time growing up). But guess what? Every POT date that I’ve been on, I’ve walked away with an arrangement offer. I have been begged for second dates, been promised $150 just to have dinner and walked away after being given all the cash he had in his wallet, I’m preparing to move into my own studio apartment, paid my mom back all the money I’ve owed her, started saving again, and was able to buy my best friend a really expensive gift that I knew she’d love (lots of tears were shed).

I spent almost a year after my last vanilla relationship feeling like I wasn’t worth it. I was 19 when that relationship began; he was 26. When it ended, I felt like he had stolen something from me… my time, the gift of my intimate self, money I had spent going to visit him almost every weekend. I realized that what I had provided was labor – emotional and sexual labor, that was never reciprocated or compensated in a way that I felt okay with.

If a man wants you, he needs to be providing something in return. To me, orgasms aren’t enough. I can literally give myself a better orgasm than I’ve ever had with a man by using a vibrator. I have deeper emotional connections and conversations with my best friends than I’ve ever had with a man.

Do these men believe they can have that mind blowing orgasm without a woman? No. Can they feel that highly desired level of feminine energy without a woman? No. They need us. And for that, we deserve to be compensated for it.

Don’t forget that. You are worth it. You are beautiful. You deserve whatever it is that you want. You can have it. Go get it. 💕

xoxo, K

“I feel like I am in a different universe when I am with you. Everything feels new.”

JuminMC Week Day 2: Realization

Just in case you ever worry you’re not Adult™ enough and don’t have enough self control for when it comes to creative projects, (cause I get asked a lot “how do you get yourself to focus” and similar questions) I have a literal separate profile on my computer that has nothing on it but Word and my project folders. No browsers, no apps, not even god damn solitaire because if I have a single thing to do other than write, I won’t do shit.

So if you’re one of those people who struggles to focus and you keep beating yourself up over not having the willpower to just make yourself focus: stop. You’re not failing, you just haven’t found the method that works for you yet.

Keep going, you’ll get there.

first date sentences .

between friends .

  • “ oh my god. i can’t breathe. this is it. i’m dying. ”
  • “ but, would it be weird if i suddenly got a case of the flu? ”
  • “ do i look fat in this? of course i do. don’t even answer. “
  • “ what if he/she/they won’t like me? ”
  • “ god everything looks weird on me now. ”
  • “ not sure if i want to throw up, faint or both. ”
  • “ we’re meeting in an hour and i have no idea what to wear. ”
  • “ you know them ?! why are telling me just now !? ”
  • “ okay but legit question ; how do you know that they won’t kidnap you? ”
  • “ do i kiss them goodbye ? or do i hug them ? what is natural !? ”
  • “ i can’t do this ! i’m going to fuck up. ”
  • “ promise me you’ll call me if i ask you to. ”
  • “ but if they don’t look like their profile picture ? ”
  • “ if i don’t want to meet them maybe i can pretend to be someone else. ”
  • “ i know, i know. no sex on the first date. ”
  • “ NO YOU CAN’T COME WITH. ”
  • “ rest in fucking pieces. this will be the death of my love life. ”

the first meeting .

  • “ woah — you look… great! ”
  • “ so you’re my date for the evening? you look better in real life. ”
  • “ where do you want to eat? ”
  • “ do we… shake hands or — hug, or… ? ”
  • “ i rarely do this, haha! ”
  • “ i was nervous you wouldn’t make it! ”
  • “ i just have to say that i’m really nervous, sorry! ”
  • “ sorry that i’m late ! ”
  • “ oh… your profile didn’t mention — that. ”
  • “ let me get your coa— you’re not wearing a coat, haha, oops — ”
  • “ no, please — allow me! ”
  • “ i just can’t take my eyes off you, sorry ~ you’re just really stunning. ”

dinner for two .

  • “ what do you do, and how long have you been doing it? ”
  • ” where are you originally from? ”
  • “ where did you go to school? ”
  • ” what was your major? ”
  • “ where exactly do you live in [insert your city or town here]? ”
  • ” so you have any nicknames? ”
  • “ if you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d buy? ”
  • ” do you have any siblings? ”
  • “ if you could be any person for a day, who would it be? ”
  • “ there’s this bar downtown… we could check it out? ”
  • “ what are we doing after this ? ”

Been thinkin about this game again ❤ It’s been roughly four years since I did this thing over here and it’s absolutely showing its age lol

Tbh I just wanted to draw some fun profiles again, I don’t think I ever actually realized how ~~handsome~~ Barney is, that boi is fine

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{ Requested by @dkbksbcobk: I was wonder if you could make a Spencer Reid imagine where the reader is pregnant and her breasts are getting bigger and the reader randomly makes Spencer feel how big they’ve gotten and Spencer gets all flustered while rambling on about how it’s her breast milk (Hope your feeling better) }

(Okay, first of all - you sweetheart. I’m feeling a bit better now, thank you! x And of course! I decided to have Spence and the reader not in a relationship cause I like to make things awkward, lol x)


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Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x pregnant!Reader
Warnings: pregnancy

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Looking over the case file on your break, you groaned in pain. Ever since your fourth month of pregnancy, your breasts had become a lot more sensitive. A lot bigger too.

Spencer looked up from beside you, concern written on his face. “(Y/N), you okay?”

You glanced at the profiler. “Yeah, my chest just kinda hurts but then again, what’s new?” You smiled at him.

You were grateful to Spencer. Your partner had left you once they found out you were expecting which had left you in dismay. Spence, being the sweet person that he was however, stepped up to the plate to help take care of you. He would buy you whatever you needed, go to scans with you and even moved into your apartment so that he would be there to drive you to the hospital if need be.

You two had been labelled the “non lovers” by Rossi, however Morgan and JJ liked to tease you about less platonic feelings. You just shrugged it off. Yes, Spencer was attractive but you had bigger things to worry about.

Speaking of bigger…

“My breasts have gotten bigger too. I could get used to this.” You joked. You had always been what you deemed flat chested. “Feel them. It’s actually kind of cool.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as he tripped over his words. “ I-I couldn’t possibly…”

You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “No need to be shy, Spence. They’re just breasts. Here.”

You placed his hand on your left breast. His hand lay motionless, afraid to move before it started to squeeze gently.

“See? Cool, huh?”

Spencer swallowed, nodding his head. “You know, women’s breasts start to get bigger around the six to eight week mark and continue to grow throughout pregnancy. And around the third month, your breasts start producing colostrum which is the milk your baby will get when he starts nursing..”

You grinned fondly at your friend. “I’m lucky to have you, you know.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been such a great help to me, I was scared to go through this alone. You’re just… You.”

Spencer’s face flushed even more.“ I’m sure you wouldn’t have been alone. T-The team would have-”

“Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Take the compliment.”

Spencer let put a chuckle. “Thank you. It’s no problem at all.”

You both sat there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Any leads - Why are you groping (Y/N)’s boob?”


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Woke up with angry triangles for side burns x ( I usually stick them on in the mornings ) if I’m tired sometimes I put them on upside down or over my eyes or mouth like a wolf pup x photo taken by the other side burn ! He’s having an exhibition soon in soho x” {x}